I stared at this strip for nearly as long as this happy basket-toting moron has been staring at the salad bar, and this is the only direction my brain would take me with it. I blame the Hairpin stock photo collection “Women Laughing Alone With Salad,” which I can’t look at without being intensely amused for reasons I only partly understand.
I was worried about this one, mostly because I feel like I ripped off the rhythm of one of my own older strips. But it’s Mrs. Shoebox-approved, and therefore has a date with destiny.
MRS. SHOEBOX’S ASSESSMENT OF TODAY’S STRIP: *snort* That’s some goofy-ass shit, dear.
In other stuff-I-made news, I posted a new song to The FuMP today. Feel free to check it out if you like introspective comedy synth-punk songs about aging and writer’s block.